I Love the Person I Hate

Jayda Jones is starting at a new college. A new start, away from the way person she hates the most: Harry Styles. But when she finds out that he's going to the same college what will she do? This was her chance and now he's ruining it! She wakes up in his bed! To find out that they did 'it'. But did Harry change? Did he like Jayda all along?
Heart broken and torn, Jayda finds another love. Will this love triangle ever play out?


4. Ch.4 We Need to Talk

Ch.4 We Need to Talk


It was 1PM. The boys left an hour ago and I was going to take a shower. It was Wednesday, which meant no class. It was pretty much a chill day. I had a lot to think about, but for some reason, I was in a good mood? I don't know. I brushed my hair and grabbed a towel. I turned on the warm water.

I got out of the shower. I picked out some high waisted jeans with a crop top. I wore my black converses and straightened my hair. I only wore mascara and winged eyeliner. My cell rung. I answered it without looking at the Caller I.D.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hey. We need to talk. Can we meet up?" A voice asked.

"Who is this, again?" I asked. I had a slight feeling that I knew who it was.

"Harry." He said. I fidgeted.

"I uhh, I don't know a Harry. Wrong number." Click.

I really didn't want to talk to him. I didn't have time for this. I walked to the kitchen. The land line rang. I raced to it.

"Hey, this is Jayda." I answered.

"Hey! Jayda. Why'd you hang up on me?" Harry asked.

"I dunno what you're talking about." I said I wasn't gonna give in that easily. I mean come on.

"Right. Can we meet up?" He said in more of a statement.

"No. I really don't want to see you. I've had enough for the week." I said.

"Please? I really need to talk to you." Harry said practically begging.

"Fine. Meet me at Starbucks in fifteen." I said.

"Thanks you." He said. "Whatever." I rolled my eyes and hung up the phone.

Harry's P.O.V.

"Who was that?" Niall asked walking into the room and eating a bag of crisps.

"Jayda." I said.

"Did she call here for me?" Niall asked. What?

"No I asked her if she would meet up." I said. Why did I have to confirm this by him?

"Oh." He said. Yeah. Oh.

I grabbed my keys and coat. "Where ya headed?" Zayn asked.

"Starbucks." I said and left out thee door. When I arrived, she was sat at a corner table on her laptop. "Hey." I said. "Oh hey." She smiled. "What are you working on?" I asked. "That's paper for instrumental music." She said. "Oh! That reminds me ! I need to do that." I said. She giggled. "Good luck. This is taking me forever." She said. She put her laptop in her bag. "I'm going to get a drink." She said. I nodded.

She came back with two caramel frappé's. "How'd you know?" I asked whilst reaching out for the drink. "Lucky guess." She said. "So what did you want to talk about?" She asked smiling. "That day in high school." I said to her. He smile slowly faded. "I didn't mean to hurt you." I told her. She looked down in sadness. "Harry, just stop." She told me. I continued. "I wasn't paying attention and-" she cut me off. "STOP!" She shouted gaining us a few stares. "It's not that. You put me through a hell of a lot. I questioned my existence. I tried to kill myself Harry!" She told me. "Sorry isn't going to make up for the pain you've caused me." She then picked up her stuff and left. I ran outside after her. It was raining. Great. "Jayda I wasn't listening to what she was saying. I didn't mean hurt you! I felt pain too! I lost the love of my life! My bestfriend! Jayda I loved you! Hell I do love you! I didn't mean to make you feel anything but beautiful." I told her. "I just- I can't do this." She said and got in the car. She drove away. Leaving me in the cold rain.

I got home, thank god, the boys went out for the day. I changed in some dry clothes and sat on my bed. Deep in thought.

Jayda's P.O.V.

Thirteen missed calls and seven texts from Harry. I groaned and threw my phone. Why did my life have to be so complicated? Why can't I just be happy? I pulled out my laptop to finish my instrum paper. I began typing...

Hours later, I heard a knock on my door. "Go away. I'm busy." I said. I had one more page left of typing. I'm pretty sure I would have been done hours ago if I hadn't got distracted. "It's me." Nikki spoke. She opened the door. "Can you help me with this damn instrum paper?" She asked frustrated. "I've been working on it for hours! I can't seem to find ANYTHING to write about. What does he mean by 'express what you feel'?" I asked. "I literally can't get one word out." Nikki said. "Okay, so the real reason I came in here was to ask what happened?" Nikki admitted. "What do you mean?" I asked. "You haven't moved from this spot in hours, you're a social butterfly! You always move." She said. "Things are just complicated." I told her. "Well I'm here if you want to talk?" She asked. Then suddenly o knew what I wanted to write about! "I'm good! Just had a bright idea gotta type!" I told her rushing her out. "Kay bye!" She said leaving. Express your feelings through a story. Well since you asked..

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